Thursday, March 31, 2011


when he heard the car pass by... he woke up before dozing off into nene land...

outside the store at a market near my home. Sleeping on the enterance mat. The puppy...
near the metro station, i see them...

sometimes i wonder, their place in my world, in this world that exists, child like, always themselves, sleeping in the day, caring for their kids, sometimes walking me home late at night, like bodyguards, escorting me to the gate of my home

sometimes there is a need to converse, a need for a dialouge, surely they have their experiences to share, one time he just sat there, not bothered about the traffic that passed by. Cars were zooming past him whilst circling the round about. His focus was somewhere else

the back entry to the movie hall. They were upto something that day.
sometimes he eats the plastic bags, ripping them into pieces, sometimes he likes to play with that plastic bag, so involved he becomes in throwing it around. So scared he is while he moves in the crowd of nehru place, an extremely busy and crowded market of delhi. looking up at each one, trying his best to not offend anyone or come in any one's way. For me it is disturbing to see the over flowing sewege water he decides to drink in the hot weather of may, june reaching up to 40 degrees. All the garbage mixed together to create poision. Often i see them drinking the cold water dripping from the AC's hanging outside the office windows. Or the rainwater drain pipes which often fill up a broken plastic bottle on the ground floor only to be taken away by a gang of kids begging in nehru place.




behind Satyam Cineplex, Nehru Place - always people are throwing garbage